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Chapter 482 I think you should like reading this! (Second update!)
The content section was on the first floor. Upon receiving the call, the group of people didn't dare to delay and quickly used their permissions to access the data, specifically the user's core search terms, according to the previous domestic and international groupings.

Identify the most frequent core search terms, associate them with relevant keywords, and then push them to people who have similar searches.

Once content is pushed out, if a user chooses to watch it and stays on it for a long time, that type of content will be marked as liked by the user.

First, a process is manually executed, and then this process is fed into the code, allowing the code to assist humans in capturing data and providing feedback.

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America, Detroit.

After reading the software's instructions, Duane Perrick, a black street rapper, hesitated for a moment before exiting the software, opening his phone's built-in camera, and taking several photos of the dirty streets, the rusty factories in the distance, and the overgrown riverbank.

After taking the photos, he selected a few of the best-looking ones, clicked on the red NEWS icon in the center of his desktop, and entered the software's interface.

Select to publish.

On the title bar page, he hesitated for a moment, and instead of writing those joking things, he typed a line of text word by word in the title bar.

Detroit, my hometown!

After you've typed the title, you'll need a brief description of the content you're publishing.

He typed very carefully and slowly, taking a full 10 minutes to finish typing the introduction.

This is my hometown, the cradle of the modern automobile industry. Ford built its factory here and began producing cars on assembly lines.

General Motors and Chrysler followed suit, bringing cars into every household and turning this place into the world's first automobile city. Car culture also originated here and spread all over the world.

But all of that is in the past.

Now, this is what she looks like!

After editing, Duan selected the photo, followed the system prompts step by step, and finally clicked publish.

When the success notification popped up, Duan felt much lighter, as if he had finally let out a breath that had been weighing on his chest.

After posting, he held his phone in both hands and sat down in a shady spot.

After sitting down, he acted like a child waiting for an adult, occasionally looking up at his surroundings and then glancing at his phone in front of him.

Twenty minutes later, he tapped the phone screen again and selected "My".

Upon entering the new page and finding the article to publish, he subconsciously closed his eyes as he clicked on it.

After clicking to enter, it took him quite a while before he slowly opened his eyes.

On the article's publication page, there's the content he just posted. Under that content, there are over 200 views, over 50 comments, and over 60 likes.

Clicking into the comments section and seeing all the comments, Duan suddenly laughed, then started crying.

[Bro, are you from Detroit? I used to be too, but my dad took us away from Detroit a long time ago. I remember he and my mom had a huge fight, and they almost got divorced. Now, my mom still talks about Detroit with lingering fear. After my grandparents passed away, we never went back. Thanks for the photo!]

Hey bro, could you go to 675 Fourteenth Street in Detroit and find Jim, who lives there? I want to see if he's still there!

[Thanks for the photos, brother. It's been many years since I left, and all my relatives in Detroit have moved away. I've always wanted to see things from my childhood, and I never expected to find them here. Thank you.]

I left Detroit two years ago. I remember when I left, the factory in your photo was still operating. I never imagined that in just two short years, it would become like this!

Detroit is utterly hopeless!

[They're all black; all they do every day is either robbing, screaming, or doing drugs!]

My family has moved to the suburbs, and we're planning to go to California in a few days!

After laughing and crying for a while, Duan looked at the comments again and read through them all, but he couldn't find a single word he wanted to hear.

What he wanted to hear was simple: that Detroit could be saved and could regain its former prosperity.

But even this small wish wasn't found in the comments section.

Just then, a system notification popped up, informing him that he had completed the task he posted this week and could collect his bonus.

He followed the prompts, entered his bank card number, and completed the process. He looked at the withdrawal button in the center of the screen, took a deep breath, and clicked it as if he were making an important decision.

Shortly after clicking the withdrawal button, I received a text message from the bank.

Your account has received a transfer of $0.1. Please check your account and remember to pay your taxes!

Looking at this message, Duan slowly became excited. $0.1!

$0.1!

$0.1!

He didn't have much money, only enough to buy a loaf of bread, but the thing is, he just took a few photos, edited them, posted them online, attracted a bunch of comments, and discussed them with them for a while.

He used to do similar activities often, but no one paid him for them. Only here did he get paid!

He closed the text message, reopened the news app, selected "My," and then "Incentives."

Once he saw the rules and regulations clearly, Duan's dark face turned shiny with oil.

Those rules and regulations may be restrictive, but they come with money!

rich!

rich!

You can have money without stealing or robbing!
The $0.1 he just gave was a beginner's incentive. The next incentive requires a higher number of views, but fortunately, it's based on the number of views. As long as the number of views reaches the target, you can get a dollar!

One dollar isn't much, but for him, it's a day's worth of food.

If you could earn one dollar a day by taking photos through this app, you could solve your most basic living problems.

Once the most basic living problems are solved, what's more, if I post a few more photos, I might be able to get a few more dollars.

With a direction in mind, his steps became much lighter.

After walking a few hundred meters, he arrived at the abandoned factory where he had just taken photos. From this angle, the factory's condition became much clearer.

He took out his phone to take photos, selected several, and clicked to enter the app. Just as he was about to choose to publish the article, he suddenly saw several posts on the homepage.

[The Tragedy of Detroit: The City's Decline Through Free Market Economics and Geopolitics!]

The rise of Japanese and Korean automakers, and Detroit's decline.

What's it like to raise a dog and have it kill your own child? —by America

These headlines are sensational, but undeniably eye-catching.

Duan stared at these headlines for a long time. He didn't want to read this messy news, but a thought popped into his head: click to enter the relevant page.

He chose the tragedy of Detroit: the city's decline from the perspectives of market economy and geopolitics. [In terms of geopolitics, America, in order to make Japan and South Korea key nodes in East Asia, continuously supplied them with technology and offered preferential policies, including in the automotive manufacturing industry.]

After the development of the automobile manufacturing industry in Japan and South Korea, they developed fuel-efficient cars based on their own conditions. These fuel-efficient cars were well received by the people of America as soon as they were launched.

Thus began the decline of Detroit's auto industry...

[From a market economy perspective: Detroit is located deep within America, and traveling to other parts of America requires a long detour.]

To the average person, such a detour might seem like a vacation, but in a market economy, it represents a cost...

Duane was able to become an underground rapper because he was literate and could compose some simple tunes.

He could naturally read the text on his phone, but he couldn't understand why people abroad should have a better life than Americans.
He thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't figure it out.

I'm in a terrible mood; I don't even feel like taking pictures.

He took his phone, found a shady spot to sit down, and carefully read through all the things that had just been pushed to him.

As he watched, a question involuntarily arose in his mind, because he remembered his teacher saying that during World War II, Japan was a defeated country, and that Japan had attacked Pearl Harbor in America, killing many people.

So why did America support Japan?
They even went so far as to ruin their own car dealership.

What went wrong?

He thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out what went wrong. Just then, his stomach rumbled, reminding him that it was time to eat.

Duan stuffed his phone into his pocket, got up, and walked towards the city's outskirts.

Unlike other cities, Detroit's city center was occupied by Black people, while the city's wealthy had moved to the suburbs.

If wealthy families in the suburbs can produce iPhones, they can certainly produce food too. Let's have some buffet food first.

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London, England.

Under the hazy sunlight, 70-year-old Brown lay on a recliner, holding his phone in both hands, and opened the software that Apple was heavily promoting.

He opened the software and found the information automatically recommended by the system quite boring.

After hesitating for a long time, he clicked on the search bar with both hands and then typed in France.

Click to search, and soon, travel guides about France, beautiful landscape photos, cultural information, and pictures of pretty women appeared on his phone.

Brown ignored the landscape photos and clicked directly into the photo of the beautiful woman. Unfortunately, the photo was compressed, and he could only make out that it was a blurry beauty. It was not very clear what she looked like.

After looking at it for more than ten minutes, he tried to enter new text into the search bar.

[Classic French Jokes!]

After you finish entering your information, click search.

The search bar paused briefly, but soon, large chunks of text appeared on his phone screen:

A German, an American, and a Frenchman went to apply for driver's licenses.

The German filled out the form, waited three months, and finally received his driver's license.

The American filled out the form, paid the fee, and received his driver's license that same day.

The Frenchman filled out the form, and then the civil servant said, "Oh, this form is outdated. Please fill out the new version."

"The new form? Where can I get it?"

"They're in the next department, but they're on strike today."

Boss: Why are you an hour late?

French employee: Because I overslept.

Boss: That's no excuse!
French employee: Well, to be honest—I'm on strike!

[Englishman: What is the greatest invention of the French?]
The French: Liberty, equality, fraternity!
The Englishman: Wrong, it's an automated device for waving the white flag!

Why do the French always complain?

"Because complaining is the only right you can enjoy without having to strike!"

[Englishman: What if the French, Italians and Germans fought together?]

Frenchman: How about it?

England: The French surrender, the Italians switch sides, the Germans are now one against three!

Brown chuckled as he glanced over the inhuman text, liking each one. However, he shared the last, most monstrous joke.

After forwarding the message, the elderly man stretched, picked up a glass of red wine from the table next to him, took a sip, and then refreshed his phone screen again.

This time, the joke is even more hellish.

[Englishman: Why don't the French participate in sailing at the Olympics?]

Frenchman: Why?
The English: Because nobody wants to be the "white flag bearer"!

[Englishman: What is the only thing the French are better at than the English?]
French: Cooking? Art?

The Englishman: No, it's "how to feel like you've won after being defeated!"

Why did the French invent the 35-hour workday?
French people: To protect workers' rights!
The Englishman: No, it's because they were on strike for the first 34 hours, and then spent the last hour filling out strike application forms!

After reading these hilarious jokes, Brown chuckled and recommended the software to an old French comrade-in-arms he had known for many years through social media.

Furthermore, it also included those hellish jokes.

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Suzhou.

The software has been launched and the response has been quite good. Lin Yi is preparing to go to Lin'an to oversee the operation for Zhang Yiming and also to have a chat with Ke Yonghuai.

Before his trip could even begin, a phone call from Guo Song disrupted everything.

"So, the trigger for all of this was those 1000 tons of gold in the Central Bank of Libya? Gaddafi moved a large portion, or even all of it, of that 1000 tons of gold in various ways and hid it away. Damira, who was the captain of his vanguard, probably knew the location of this gold. And the Americans have been chasing after this gold. The so-called wiretapping was also for all of this, right?"

Lin Yi repeated Guo Song's words, and immediately the other side responded:
"Yes, there are quite a few people eyeing this gold. According to the wiretapping, besides America, there are local Algerian militants, Tunisian militants, Turks, Arabs..."

"There are a lot of people!"

"You shouldn't get involved!"

(End of this chapter)